Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, on the high platform at this time, Bai Ye faced the eyes from all directions. He looked calm and had an extraordinary temperament.

Kong Liang faced the students from the other three academies and said, "We also invite students from other academies to come on stage."

But Kong Liang's words had no effect. None of the students from the other three colleges had any intention of taking the initiative to take the stage.

Ci Song looked at Bai Ye on the ring and murmured in his heart: "As expected of Senior Brother Bai, no one dares to challenge him as soon as he stands over there. I will be so handsome next time at the Fifth Courtyard Tea Party."

It’s not that the students from the Third Academy don’t have the courage to take the stage, it’s just that Bai Ye’s attacks are really not serious. The students from other schools who fought against him ranged from having their arms broken to being completely lost in cultivation. “No one is perfect under a madman.” , which is where the title White Madman comes from.

Just when the students from the three colleges were in trouble, Kong Liang urged again: "Everyone, please come up to the stage, otherwise it will be regarded as abstaining."

This time, Wu Yun from the Kong Sheng Academy couldn't sit still. He turned to look at his senior brother Beiyuan sitting next to him, and asked: "Senior brother, since no one is going to play, how about I?"

"Junior Brother Wu, I know you are aggressive. If your opponent is someone else, I will not stop you. This white night..."

Before Beiyuan finished speaking, he saw Wu Yun had already stood up and said: "I'm here at Kong Sheng Academy Wu Yun. I'm here today to ask Brother Bai for advice."

Bai Ye on the high platform cupped his hands and said, "Please."

Just like that, Wu Yun jumped onto the high platform in front of all the students.

Shufeng sighed deeply and said, "Alas, Junior Brother Wu is still so impatient."

"After all, Junior Brother Wu has only been with us for less than four years. His character is naturally not as good as mine. Let him go. It is a good thing to be frustrated when you are young."

On the high platform, Wu Yun looked at Bai Ye with eyes filled with fighting intent and said, "Brother Bai, please don't hold back in this battle."

Bai Ye had no expression on his face and just said two words: "Okay."

When Kong Liang saw someone coming on stage, he immediately announced that the battle had begun.

The moment the battle began, cyan energy emerged from Wu Yun's body. He pulled out the long sword behind him and launched a brazen attack on Bai Ye.

Bai Ye stood there, quietly looking at Wu Yun who was rushing toward him. He picked up the pen in his right hand and slowly wrote the word "ding".

As the word "ding" fell, Wu Yun's cyan energy instantly became quiet, as if he had been suppressed by something.

Wu Yun was shocked and wanted to control his talent, but it was already too late. As Bai Ye continued to write the next word "ding", Wu Yun's body completely lost control. His body seemed to be completely unable to move and stopped. In place.

Then Bai Ye's figure appeared in front of Wu Yun like a bolt of lightning, and punched Wu Yun's arm.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Wu Yun's arm flew out, blood spurted out, and he was knocked flying out. After rolling several times in the air, he was caught by Kong Liang.

Kong Liang dodged and appeared next to Beiyuan, placed Wu Yun on the bamboo frame, and then used his own talents to heal his injuries.

Wu Yun's injury was not particularly serious, but the arm holding the sword was completely bent, and Wu Yun also fainted because he could not bear the severe pain.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Wu Yun's arm was healed by Kong Liang's talent and quickly returned to its original state. Just before Kong Liang returned to the ring, a message reached Beiyuan's ears: "This literary battle at Yan Sheng Academy is for Liwei, we at Confucius and Sheng Academy have no conflict with them, so don’t try to stand out.”

Beiyuan nodded seriously. He didn't really want to be Bai Ye's enemy. He would never fight Bai Ye unless he had to.

"Continue, I wonder which student from the academy is willing to continue the challenge?"

Kong Liang's voice reached the ears of all the students again, and the scene became cold again.

"The more I look at Bai Ye, the more it looks like Ci Qi Bai back then. I remember Ci Qi Bai was like this back then. Standing on a high platform, no one dared to fight." The Master sighed above the high platform.

"This kid is indeed good, but his attacks are a bit too harsh." Zeng Huaigu murmured.

Duanmu Weili also nodded in praise and said, "My Qingcang told me before that among the students of the same generation, he is the only one who obeys Bai Ye. He should be able to perform like this."

Hearing the praise from everyone, Ning Ping'an poured a bucket of cold water on him and said, "If you can't defeat Jinshi in a battle with Juren, Bai Ye, the dean's personal successor, shouldn't be a candidate."

Hearing this, the master was not happy and retorted: "What you said is that Wu Yun is also a genius of etiquette who is rare to see in a century. At least his combat power is superior in the realm of Juren. Bai Ye can defeat him with three moves, which is enough to prove it. His ability.”

"Then when you were a Jinshi, how many moves could the so-called strongest Juren survive under your hands?"

"this..."

Master didn't know how to answer now. When he faced Zilu Academy's "strongest scholar" who was said to be able to fight across the ranks, he defeated him with just one move. What he wrote at that time was also " Just the word "ding" easily defeated the "strongest" judge.

Thinking of this, the master instantly understood that Ning Ping'an was treating this child with his wife as the standard, and felt speechless in his heart. It is estimated that only Ning Ping'an could think of such an approach.

Zhong Bo, the dean of Zilu Academy, stared closely at Bai Ye on the high platform. However, during this period, he glanced in the direction of the students of Zilu Academy, gave him a look, and then withdrew his gaze.

Ning Ping'an also saw this scene, but he didn't care, just turned his eyes to the platform again.

"Bai Ye, do you dare to fight with me?" A student from Zilu Academy shouted loudly.

Hearing the voice, Bai Ye glanced in the direction of Zilu Academy, "Brother Zhou Shan, if you want to fight with Bai Ye, then come on stage."

"Okay, then fight!"

A yellow figure jumped onto the platform. Although others saw Zhou Shan's face clearly, they didn't know his identity. Everyone began to speculate about Zhou Shan's origins.

At Zigong Academy, Zhang Wuyan was also curious about the identity of Zhou Shan on the stage, so he asked his senior brother: "Zhou Shan? This name is somewhat familiar. Senior brother, who is he?"

"Zhou Shan was a prominent figure in the previous generation of Zilu Academy. He should have been a talented scholar who showed his talents at the last Five Academy Tea Party. Unfortunately, some changes happened in the middle, causing him to miss the last Five Academy Tea Party, and also causing Zilu Academy to lose the last literary battle." Duanmu Qingcang explained slowly.

"Is that so? Then wouldn't Senior Brother Bai Ye have little chance of winning against him?"

"Do you think Bai Ye is too weak, or do you think Zhou Shan is too strong? Even if there are three Zhou Shans, they are not as good as Bai Ye."

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